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im a fake fan of everything i like because i cant remember anything

what doesn't kill you makes you overshare on the internet

Getting plowed is for the country folk. Here in the city we call it being taken to pound town. And if it's a place with decent public transit, getting railed.

who turned them german mid tag ?

how do you know they were transformed midday?

reblog if the first musical you listened to was not Hamilton

Talking to my American friends and briefly sending the really British message of ‘Arsehole’ in between ones saying ‘Asshole’ and feeling like the fucking queen or some shit

I'm just pulling your chain. I mean yanking your leash. I mean jerking you off. uh I mean I'm just messing around with you,

Allos be telling me I give really good relationship advice and that advice is just “talk to each other” and “break up” depending on the situation, with a few “you or your partner isn’t ready for a relationship” and “that’s the bare minimum” ‘s sprinkled into the mix

[very clearly indulging the urge] im fighting the urge

girls be like “i’m not gonna make it” and then make it

hey wait! i know you! we used to be chained next to each other in the cave! wow, so good to see you, how are ya? man. remember how we used to talk about the shadows on the wall together. gosh that was a long time ago. but hey. sure is one heck of a sun out here, right? it's good to see you.

i wrote this post with happy tears in my eyes sitting in a parking lot after getting coffee for 3 hours with someone i did youth shakespeare with when we were teenagers and hadn't seen in 15 years, in which time we both transitioned, got into nerd shit, found a job that feels good, found people to spend our gay little lives with, and coincidentally moved to the same city. this is exactly how it felt. never ever ever kill yourself

social anxiety so bad i cant talk to cashiers. i simply must shoplift. out of fear